Touch Starved

(A KaminarixShinsouxSero requested poly smut oneshot)

The electric blonde has no idea how he ended up in this situation. The ice-cold glare between black and violet eyes created a tension in the room so thick you could choke on it. Kaminari felt like he was. All he can do is stare intensely at his own shoes, focusing a glare of his own on the rough patch of scuffed toe and tucking away the thought of needing to buy new sneakers way back in his mind. The space between the three of them was now even more freezing than the autumn wind outside. So cold, Kaminari could almost swear that Todoroki was nearby.

This all started about four days ago, when both of the blonde's best friends confessed to him at the same time. Literally. At. The. Same. Time.

The electric male almost shudders remembering the intense hell that broke loose in front of him that day, remembering everything that happened to him the past four days;

"You dick," Sero growled. "You knew I was going to confess today."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Shinsou replied calmly, but he couldn't hide his smug smirk. "I had no idea, honest. I just came to tell my best friend how I feel."

This sort of attitude is common for the lilac-ette, but the black-haired male is usually more calm and friendly. He's one of the most sociable guys in the class and gets along easily with almost anyone, with some exceptions. However, the blonde has seen his smiley friend get angry before, and boy, is it terrifying.

His usual wide grin replaced completely with a teeth-gritting frown. Dark orbs feeling like daggers as they pierced through the insomniac, who was still holding Kaminari's fucking arm. Sero took one step forward, then two. "Say that again, asshole."

Shinsou never backed down though, he faced Sero's glare head-on with one of his own. His smirk never left his face, it only became more smug as he narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows. "Did I fucking stutter, elbows?"

"G-guys," the yellow blonde tried to speak up, "we're in the middle of the hallway. L-let's not do this here, yeah?"

Sero then broke out his signature grin, but it was somehow much more menacing than usual. "How about a competition?"

The lilac-ette practically perked up like a cat. If he had a tail, it would be swaying behind him a little. "I'm listening."

"Four days, starting now. We each take Denki on a couple of dates," the tape-quirk male continued, "we'll flip a coin for who goes first, then we let him decide who he likes most."

Shinsou reached into his back pocket and pulled out a five-hundred-yen coin. "Heads or tails?"

"Heads."

Time almost seemed to slow between the three of them as the little silver disc flew up in the air and flipped over and over and over. They all swallowed lumps in their throats and watched the coin fall back down into Shinsou's hand. He smacked it onto the back of his hand and gave himself a second to breathe before checking which side is up.

He hissed, "heads."

Sero's bright and beaming grin grew wide, it's the same smile everyone had come to know and love instead of the intimidating one he had given the insomniac just a moment ago. He did a little dance in his head and brought his attention to the dumbfounded blonde standing between them. "Six o'clock tonight, I'll pick you up at your room. I'll convince Aizawa."

After the black-haired male walked away, Shinsou pulled Kaminari to him and took his chin in his fingers, forcing their eyes to meet. "Tomorrow, same time, wear something nice."